Later, I spill Coke all over. The flight attendant looks at me judgmentally and drawled "really?!" While I am leaning over and cleaning up, John gently admonishes to "keep your hair out of my cranberry juice!" Sadly, the warning comes too late as I have already grazed an ice cube.

Mewto55555 wrote:I'm so awesome let me tell you about all these "paradigm shifts" I introduced to Yale Botticelli.

I want to know about these too!

Mewto55555 wrote:JL: My life dream is to be with a woman for whom I can bake French pastries.Me: I'd eat anything you baked for me!JL: yes, but you'd eat anything.

After I ate multiple slices of John Lawrence's coconut cake last year, I told my mother that I was quitting school to become a professional food-digger, which is like a gold-digger except for food (obviously).

Grace LiuMIT (no graduation because hahaha what a joke)Yale University '16High Technology High School '12

Food scientist JL, indignantly: What?! Mayonnaise is the perfect burger condiment! It's primarily a hydrophobic lipid, so a bun coated in it will repel burger juices and not get soggy! The juices emulsify at the point where the burger meets the mayo, while the bun is unharmed. C'mon, Auroni, what are you even doing your masters in?!

Food scientist JL, indignantly: What?! Mayonnaise is the perfect burger condiment! It's primarily a hydrophobic lipid, so a bun coated in it will repel burger juices and not get soggy! The juices emulsify at the point where the burger meets the mayo, while the bun is unharmed. C'mon, Auroni, what are you even doing your masters in?!

A few seconds later: Wait, what is he doing his masters in?

Equally-scientific counterpoint: when mayonnaise particles bind to receptors on the surface of taste bud cell membranes, an intracellular signaling cascade is triggered and excitatory neurons synapsing in the disgust and revulsion regions of the brain are activated.

On way to terminal C for next leg, we end up equidistant from both doors as they open. This prompts a five minute discussion about Buridan's ass, which only ends when we realize we should have remained in terminal D instead.

Mewto55555 wrote:Me: I guess my friends must just be smarter than yours, then.JL: No, that's not possible.

I do not know whose friends I need to meet more now.

Douglas Graebner, Walt Whitman HS 10, Uchicago 14"... imagination acts upon man as really as does gravitation, and may kill him as certainly as a dose of prussic acid."-Sir James Frazer,The Golden Bough